Gretchen sighed in frustration. Suddenly now people wanted to listen to her. “After my first seizure, I woke up, but not for real.” She waited for a sarcastic comment, but Amanda stayed silent with a surprisingly open expression. “I remember the account for Caleb—”

“What?” Caleb looked at her with curious eyes.

“Nothing, Cricket. We’re just talking about boring adult stuff.”

“Okay.” A T. rex took a dive into a puddle of ketchup.

“I knew where my letters were, when Jax and I were going to fight, and I knew I was going to have that seizure yesterday. None of that had to do with my memory. It’s because I lived it all already.”

Amanda was visibly working through in her mind everything Gretchen said. “That’s what’s been going on with you.”

“I know it sounds crazy, but I’m telling you it happened to me.”

“How come you couldn’t prevent the seizure?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I tried to keep everything from playing out the way it did, but it didn’t make a difference. Even if the reason for the fight changed, we’d still fight. Everything was inevitable.”

“What do you think that means?”

Gretchen watched Caleb play with his food, pure happiness on his face as he massacred dinosaurs and devoured them. “I don’t know, Amanda, but I’m terrified it means Jax and I are done for good. And maybe that’s what’s meant to be.” Silence stretched on after her final word. She never took her eyes off Caleb.

“What were you going to say about the other account?”

Gretchen snapped back to attention. “Oh. I’ve been saving, a lot, and I don’t really know what for.”

“Maybe the split?”

Amanda’s suggestion disgusted her. “No. I started well before that, and my lawyer told me the account was a secret.”

“Still sounds to me like you knew you were splitting up.”

She shook her head forcefully. “No way.” She thought of Jax’s parting words. “Shit.”

“That’s a bad word!” Caleb said angrily.

“I’m sorry.” She felt silly for apologizing to a four-year-old and looked back to Amanda. “Jax told me the reason why I let her go was because I always knew she was going to leave. I wrote that to her in a letter.” She hated Amanda’s smug look. “It doesn’t add up, though. None of it feels right in here,” she said, pointing to her heart. “I started working more and saving money like my life depended on it, and I just let my wife leave. I haven’t done a thing with or about the money since, and I just kept working. No. I refuse to believe it.”

“I wish I could help you figure it out, but you never mentioned a thing to me.”